But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Somet
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
full of connected dense green leaves,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
at a glance,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
zigzag lotus pond,
like a paradise on earth,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
looming, smoky,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
like a mirage,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Pieces of green in different shades,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,